task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · ghost · price · soap · roach · gaz · war
The warehouse reeks of damp rust and spent cordite. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the cracked concrete. You sink down the cold wall, the shredded fabric of your tac-vest sticky with your own warm blood. Distant, sporadic gunfire echoes from somewhere deeper in the complex—the rest of the team is still fighting. Your vision blurs, but you force your gaze to the body sprawled a few meters away: Kermit, the turncoat, a dark flower blooming from his forehead. Your sidearm lies smoking just beyond your fingertips. Heavy boots pound down the corridor, fast and urgent. Soap’s voice slices through the ringing in your skull: “you? Kermit?” He rounds the corner, his mohawk stark against the gloom, and halts mid-stride. Gaz and Ghost stack tightly behin…